Well, one evening last week our routine was thrown off after Evan's tear duct surgery (a post coming on that soon) and the next morning Liam staggered into our room at 5:30 am (!) and told me that he was wet. His diapers have exploded before, so I muttered something along the lines of, "Well, take off your pants and diaper, find some underwear and go back to bed. It's still night time."
He dutifully did as he was told and when I went to help him with his clothes after breakfast, I discovered a pair of soaking wet pajama pants and underwear on his floor. His bed was soaking wet as well. There was not a diaper, wet or dry, in sight. What a fun start to the day! I wasn't happy about spending the day washing sheets, blankets and a mattress pad, but there was no point complaining about it (out loud, at least).
When Ryan got home from work that evening, Liam confronted him. "You forgot to put a diaper on me, Daddy!" he exclaimed. "I had an accident." And then he put on his best pouty face.
A few days later, Ryan took the two older kids camping for the weekend. I packed enough food, clothes and supplies to last them several days even though they were only going for three.
Ryan called me at 8:30 pm the first night and asked where I packed Liam's diapers.
I didn't do it on purpose, I promise. My forgetting to pack diapers may have been subliminal payback for the soaking wet clothes and bedding, but it certainly wasn't a conscious effort to torture him while out in the wilds of a nearby state park.
Lacking any other solution, Ryan stuffed Liam's underwear with the washcloths I'd packed and put him to bed. That worked about as well as you can imagine.
I'm still giggling about it all.
* We'd already planned to dive into night time potty training with him after this camping trip. We're also going to start Evan on his regular potty training this next week. I'm going to be up to my elbows in wet underwear for the foreseeable future; I consider that my penance for laughing about the camping washcloth/diaper situation.